Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and
living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its
yearning.
You have to love. You have to feel. It is the
reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are
here to be swallowed up.
And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or
hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and
listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their
sweetness.
Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.
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